This is the day, which down the void abysm

The time has come, under the abyss of void,

At the Earth-born's spell yawns for Heaven's despotism,

On the day when man's magic swallows the tyrant of the skys,

And Conquest is dragged captive through the deep:

The Conqueror was dragged into the depths, unable to stand:

Love, from its awful throne of patient power

Love, from its torturous, forbearance,

In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour

And the throne of the wise heart, from the last hour of delirium,

Of dread endurance, from the slippery, steep,

In the suffering, from slippery, steep,

And narrow verge of crag-like agony, springs

In the pain of the unclimbable, the rocks,

And folds over the world its healing wings.

And shelter the world with wings that heal all.

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;

To endure endless suffering, even if hope is endless;

To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;

To forgive all sins, even if it is darker than death and night;

To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;

to overthrow authority, even when it seems omnipotent;

To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates

to love, to bear; Hold on to it in the days of hope

From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;

From the ruins of ourselves, to realize the promises made；

Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;

Don't change course, don't lose heart, let alone regret;

This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be

This, like thy glory, Prometheus Titan ，This is

Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;

symbols of goodness, greatness and joy, emblems of beauty and freedom;

This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.

It's life, joy, authority, and triumph.